I wake to the feeling of sparks marching all over my skin. After spending the entire night being loved, caressed, restrained, spanked, and fucked by my new mates, they took careful care of me. Bathing me, caring for my bite marks and redness from the cuffs and spanks all over my body, checking in every step of the way to make sure that I was ok with everything that they did and had done. We fell asleep in a puppy pile in Seth’s huge bed after they had changed the sheets. Both of my males seemed like they couldn’t get enough of touching me and I fell asleep with Seth’s leg between mine and Mike’s across my hips, both of them caressing my skin. Waking up, there isn’t a part of my skin that isn’t touched by one of my mates. I’m still sandwiched between the two of them, Seth’s leg still between mine and Mike’s still across my hips. Only now, my back is pressed into Seth’s chest, his entire body curled around mine. He has one hand threaded into my hair and one cupping my mound in hi
Mike and I have shared a few women before, though it’s been mostly watching each other, not actually taking her at the same time. If anything, it was fingertrap style: one in her mouth and one in her pussy or ass. This is new for us. And it’s amazing. Nothing incestuous. We’re not wanting to be together. But the extra pressure that both of us being inside of Cory at the same time gives, the extra tightness that it creates, and the way that she responds to it. It’s mind-blowing. I can’t get enough of her and I know that Mike feels that same way. At first, we both move at our own rhythms. But we eventually find a rhythm that seems to drive our mate wild, him thrusting in while I withdrawal, me pushing in when he pulls back. She was a little seductress, sucking our cocks while we slept. That was probably one of the most intense orgasms that I’ve ever had and it’s all because of her. Now we have to pay her back. Cory pushes down on us, causing her to clench inside. “Goddess
The mating period is a unique time in a werewolf’s life. We wolves are typically very social animals, but during the mating period, when our females go into heat during the night of the full moon, and at the time of our pups’ births we get very territorial. We don’t want anyone around our mates, especially those of the opposite sex. Males are the worst, but females can be pretty cutthroat. This can be overridden for our human sides at times of great need, say during a war, and it is easier for higher ranking wolves to push aside. But now, there is no impending attack. We’re relatively safe at the moment. And, though Coridna is of beta blood, none of these three are of high rank currently. So, when Mike mindlinked to ask Arya and I to come the house as soon as possible, we were afraid of what we were walking into. All three of these wolves have been through a lot of trains. Whatever was going on was bound to be really emotional. And in typical Mike fashion, he didn’t tell us
We follow Mike, Seth, and Corinda into the house and to a chaise lounge that they weirdly have sitting in a corner. These guys, as much as I love them, are fucking weird. Who the fuck has a chaise lounge? It’s only after I see the attached cuffs on all four of the legs that I realize why it’s there. Oh. Dev is still putting out the calming vibes and I truly think that’s the only reason I haven’t had to use my luna tone on them. Though I won’t hesitate to order them to stay out of the house until we’re done. If they truly want this done, they can’t interfere. And Dev is going to have to use all of his powers for what we’ve got to do, since I have to use some of my powers to protect the pups inside of me from the strain of what this will do to my body. It’s great to have demi-god powers. They are really helpful in a lot of situations. Problem is that we don’t have demi-god bodies, so it takes a strain after a while. I won’t put my pups’ lives at risk to help Corinda, no matt
It’s just after noon and I had gotten a text from Liv that said that she and her council were about five minutes outside of our covendom. The rest of her coven will be heading directly to the Meteoric Rise territory and meet us there tomorrow. I have never been so nervous in my entire life. It’s been almost 20 years since I saw Liv. Twenty years brings a lot of changes, some good, some bad. Other than Vesta, Liv is the only woman that I’ve ever loved. Will that spark still be there? Will everything have changed? Will she feel the same? I’ve got about three minutes until I’ll find out. “Are you ok, High Priest?” Elvin asks me. He’s caught me straightening my shirt for what must be the fifteenth time in less than 30 seconds. Irritated, I say, “I’m fine, Elvin. And why are you calling me High Priest? For Hecate’s sake, you’re my uncle. You never call me that.” Elvin smirks at me. “Just trying to get you out of your own head, my boy. I know that there is a lot riding on t
Before leaving the council meeting last night, we spoke with the leaders of the five packs that would be joining us at the Southern outpost when we moved so that we could figure out who would go first and when. We decided that Chloe, Case, and I would go with the warriors and first wave of construction crew to help set things up for everyone, since we don’t have a pack that we’re in charge of. Technically, I guess that this makes us an alpha, luna, and lune of a nonexistent pack. Weirdest shit ever. We rang in the New Year with two bottles of champagne that Diego, Karamea, and Lily gave us to welcome us to the pack, a soak in the jacuzzi in the back, and some outdoor sex. It was pretty fucking hot. I wake this morning to find myself sandwiched between my two mates. Chloe’s naked back is pressed into my front and Case has his front pressed into my back. I guess this makes me the middle spoon? The pleasurable feeling of sparks all over my body has my cock hard enough to cut
I know that the first few times that Case, Sev, and I were together that they also had sex, but I didn’t get to watch. And it is so fucking hot to see Case fuck Sev. To hear their moans. To watch the pleasure that consumes both of their expressions. To see Sev’s cock bounce and move as Case pumps in and out of him. It just does something to me. I push my fingers in and out of myself as my eyes watch Case’s cock disappear into Sev’s ass. “Please, Chloe. Please! Suck me. Touch me! I need to feel you!” Sev is begging me, but I enjoy teasing him.“Shhh. I’m enjoying my show.” I look up at Case. “How does his ass feel? Is it tight? Is it squeezing that big ass alpha cock?”“Yes. Goddess, yes,” he hisses. Case smirks at me before his eyes roll back and his head falls back. “And your teasing is making him even tighter.”I can’t help but give out a low chuckle as I watch Case speed up and moan at the feeling of being inside our mate. And Sev is obviously enjoying it with a
The majority of the morning was spent in meetings with the leadership of Donavon’s pack and the rest of the packs. Seeing as I’m now the beta female, I’m expected to help out. And I have no problem with that. Except that we’re going through the mating period. The leadership has to figure out how to get everyone to the Meteoric Rise territory, who is going to which satellite post, and how exactly we’ll stagger everyone there over the next two weeks. Again, no problem with being there to help out. Except that we’re going through the mating period. The meeting lasts for the whole morning, going into great detail to make sure that everything is ready so that all we have to do is carry out the plan. Some of the betas, lunas, and lunes will be meeting this afternoon to go over how to get everyone there, along with Naomi as the luna of the Meteoric Rise pack and the only member of any leadership that actually knows the territory. Everything is planned down to the most minor detail
The tunnels twisted and turned in an endless labyrinth beneath the Hoia Baciu Forest. The scent of damp earth mixed with the faint metallic tang of blood and decay. The flickering torchlight cast eerie shadows along the stone walls as I strode through the corridor, my Thane, Sybil, walking briskly beside me.“How is she doing?” I asked without breaking my stride.“She is much more stubborn, much more resilient than we anticipated,” Sybil admitted. “But we believe we may have turned the corner, High Priestess.”“Oh?” I arched a brow, intrigued. Morgana’s torture had been… sluggish. Less satisfying than I had hoped.Torture, after all, is not simply about the body—it is about breaking the mind. True suffering comes when a victim loses their very sense of self, when they beg for death, only to have it denied over and over. And yet, Morgana had proven difficult to crack.Nine months. Nine months of relentless torment. We had shattered her bones and healed them daily, forced her to endure t
The ride from Texas to our packhouse should normally take 21 hours, but we’ve made it a one-week trip, sending our beta, Landry, ahead of us in our plane. He will help our people move in and settle while Brandon, our parents, and all of our pups take a little side trip for some downtime.Carl, Richard, and Lauren elected to move back to Artemis lands with us. It’s where they lived, where Carl and Richard grew up, and where they raised their older children. Now that they had a new set of pups, they wanted to come back. My mom and Charlie’s parents were also moving back with us. It was their way to see their grandpups grow but also to honor the lives of my father and Charlie.Carl, Richard, and Lauren were a little upset that Dev, Arya, Jakey, and the twins were remaining in Texas and that they wouldn’t be able to see them as much, but we’ve already got a couple of trips scheduled back and forth so that all the cousins could get together and we could see our best friends.Our side trip t
The past few months have been some of the most emotionally difficult of my life. Not only am I nearing the end of my pregnancy with our little boy, but we are also leaving Texas— all of us. Except for the old Diana pack and Arya and Dev’s pack, the rest of us will be gone by tomorrow.The last three months have been consumed with finalizing pack laws, succession rules, and building the new packhouses for each territory. We've been moving everything from our old homes, figuring out pack logistics, and ensuring every wolf is accounted for. It’s been exhausting, but necessary.We also had to choose our new betas, gammas, and deltas. In a twist of fate, Donavon asked to be our beta so that Kesha could stay close to Slade and Chloe. Rin made the same request to serve under Case, Chloe, and Sev, so their families could stay together. That means Mike and Seth will also be moving up north. But the tech squad doesn’t need to be in the same room to work together, so at least that transition will
"Reports have been consistent from all of our sources. Other than one of the fae discovering what was left of Locasta’s body in the bayou, there hasn’t been a single sighting of any Riding Hoods on American soil,” Hawk says.We’re in one of our combined council meetings, with all the alphas from every pack in the U.S., as well as the heads and representatives of the Maiden, Mother, and Crone covens for Hecate. There’s also a representative from the Seelie Fairy Court and an ambassador from the Unseelie Fairy Court. The sooner we can get all of us on the same side, the better we’ll be protected from groups like the Riding Hoods. We’re hoping to expand this into a global alliance—a kind of supernatural U.N.For now, the fae are willing to let the U.S. be the test subject. Convincing the other shifter groups, however, has been difficult. Many remain elusive or outright resistant to the idea. Zak’s presence would have helped—his Goddess gifts have a way of swaying even the most stubborn mi
After the ceremony, Gregory and I help Jamal back to our cabin. Every time I see him in that damn wheelchair, I get livid all over again. Those witches. I can’t believe Locasta and Morgana got the drop on him.He freely admits he was distracted—he had taken a call from Seth and Mike about incoming witches. It turned out to be nothing, just the Crone coven sweeping through like they promised. Apparently, no one had thought to inform our tech team of that part of the plan. And no one but Jamal had their phone turned on.Morgana had woken up just before the call. While Jamal was preoccupied, she directed Locasta to retrieve a knife from her boot—silver and coated in wolfsbane. They cut themselves free, then stabbed Jamal in the back of the neck, severing part of his spinal cord. He collapsed immediately. The wolfsbane knocked him out, and the silver cauterized the damage. For a time, he couldn’t see, couldn’t hear, couldn’t even breathe on his own.Arya and Dev managed to purge the wolfsb
Zak and I have been in a fog since Charlie’s death yesterday. The one and only thing that has brought us any solace is our pups. It seems like, overnight, they began looking more and more like their mother. Though both of them have always had Charlie’s gray, raincloud eyes, their faces and bodies seem to have gotten leaner, their chins more pointed, their cheeks hollowing slightly to reveal high, sculpted cheekbones. Maybe it’s just wishful thinking, but others in the pack have noticed it, too.Our families are around us. Friends come in and out of our cabin. All of our mothers—Lauren, Danielle, and Clara—busy themselves with the pups, cooking, keeping things moving as if that will help. The house bustles with people, but I barely register them.The only things that ground me are Zak’s hand in mine, the weight of Christy’s sloppy kisses on my cheek, the warmth of Jerry’s small body as he curls into my chest.I know I eat. I shower. I dress. I might even respond to people. But it’s all
So many emotions. Thank the Goddess on High that I’ve been training on how to empty myself of other people’s feelings. If not, I’d be drowning in them, rocking in a corner with my thumb in my mouth. Despair. Pain. Rage. Dread. Determination. They flood over me like a tidal wave, crashing against my mental defenses. But using the techniques Meredith taught me, I let them wash over me and drain away, like waves receding from the shore.I have to keep my head on straight. My job is twofold. First, I need to help my friends process their grief without letting it consume them. Zak and Brandon’s pain is like a living thing, a force that threatens to unravel everything if I don’t keep it contained. I push their suffering to the back of their minds, tempering their anger to something useful. They don’t want this—but they need it.Then there’s Dev. His grief is just as raw, just as deep, but there’s a difference. Beneath his devastation, there’s acceptance. A flicker of hope. He knows that he’l
Zak and Brandon push through the door, Brandon almost immediately shoving Zak to the floor as a ball of lightning rushes through the air toward them. It slams into the door just above their heads before Gregory vaults over them, a shield of the same crackling energy covering us as we begin to move through the doorway.Gregory’s ability to mimic Morgana’s powers surprises her, giving Jamal the time to step into the room after his mate. His power fills the space, nullifying all the goddess gifts of those within a 100-foot radius (we checked). That includes all the witches’ powers. The only ones that won’t be affected by Jamal’s power are Arya and me. Our gifts aren’t Goddess-given but Goddess-like. He can’t take away what is part of the Goddess.The look on Morgana’s face as she drops like a fucking stone is almost enough to make me smile. Her scream echoes through the stairwell, the resounding thud as she lands and the breath whooshes out of her is immensely satisfying. Unfortunately, o
I don’t know what gave me the idea of the salt trail. Honestly, I haven’t been able to think of much since I’ve been here. The thought of us being so close to freedom seems unreal. I never thought that I would escape the Riding Hoods alive. It makes the frustration that Charlie is feeling about us going around in circles barely register to me. I’m still finding it hard to believe that we’re going to get out of here.But the salt sparks a memory of my favorite childhood fairytale. My mother hated it, the way that the witch was portrayed, but I loved the thought of children being able to outsmart an adult like that. I read every version I could find and acted it out with my toys all the time. I even made Mom, Dad, and Bella call me Gretel for about a year.So, I really shouldn’t be surprised that my old favorite story came to me in a time of need. The whole scenario was made better by the fact that Charlie called me Gretel. I feel like I’m getting some of me back. Like I’m starting to wa